One is just yer average late thirties skank in search of a real man to ring her bell, and I do that admirably.

The other is just yer average mid forties skank in search of a real man to ring her bell, and I do that admirably.

The older one was shy at first, because she has a cunt like a bucket, not leastwise due to the fact that she likes very large sex toys, but as I don’t have a problem with that she soon got over her shyness and now it is a part of the games we play… BTW when I say large sex toys I am talking 4.5″+ diameter.

The younger one was tighter, but a bit chubby with it.

What they both have in common is some concerns that they are not kinky enough for me, not good enough sexually for me, not good enough at deep throat for me, and they both share these concerns because I make damn sure, in many subtle ways, that that is the impression they get.

This is simple self defence, if you don’t have these wimminz feeling lucky to get you, they get arrogant, and lose the submissive nature in the bedroom that basically makes them fuckable.

Let’s be honest here, the younger one admits to having fucked 40 to 50 guys, so seeing these skanks as purely sexual objects is the only valid game in town.

The difference between these skanks and other skanks is these skanks fucking admit having had a Platoon or a Company of cock, other skanks deny it, just like other skanks deny having had threesomes / foursomes / moresomes.

Ask yourself this question, in which of these three phases in her life is a skank most likely to be a cum-bucket?

The teen / early twenties years of peak fertility with hormones raging.

The twenties and thirties period with kids underfoot.

The forties and onwards period with no kids underfoot and all the youthful allure long gone when the only attraction she can offer is no holds barred kinky sex.

Prace bets now.

If you answered “all three” you win a prize.

I dunno, how guys think you can take these exact same skanks and put them in a different situation, say playing dress up as a female lawyer in family court, or playing dress up as your poor abused ex seeking custody and alimony, or playing dress up as a manager at your place of work, and suddenly they have a personality transplant is completely fucking beyond me.

Let me make this point completely clear, my own FRA hell as opening salvo in a separation custody battle gone nuclear on day one did not teach me a damn thing about the nature of wimminz sexually, or that nature of wimminz generally, my eyes were already wide fucking open.

What it did teach me is how far the rot has seeped into every level of society, so much so that the patently fucking absurd, moronic and retarded is now treated like the fucking sermon on the mount, and the frighteningly bloody obvious and the simple truth and facts are fucking worthless.

What it did teach me were the personal and individual consequences for men in general, because of how deep and how far that rotten infection has spread.

What it did teach me is that the patient (modern western society) is beyond saving, literally cannot be saved, so roll on death, because that will take the fucking feminazi cunt skank ho wimminz and niggerz parasites with it.

On a post over at the Spearhead I made the analogy to an event ten years ago, “9/11” and made the analogy that being the victim of an FRA is like looking down from the upper floors on the incoming plane, while guys experiencing “regular” divorce and custody proceedings are in the lower floors who hear a thump above their heads somewhere, and are told to evacuate the building.

To continue the analogy, tall buildings are relationships of any kind with wimminz, the more involved the relationship, the taller the building, and the planes are the wimminz lies about being the victims of whatever, and the whole family courts / child welfare / cops thing?

Well they are the people who get lots of overtime and career advancement every time a plane is flown into a building.

As I said then, increasing number of us have looked down on planes before they hit our buildings, and far from ignoring our opinions as being extreme or radical or out of touch, you all out there need to consider that perhaps due to our experiences we are the ones who see things with the greatest clarity of all.

Cunt like a bucket? Worth precisely as much as a tight cunt. Sweet fuck all.